Kat POV
I sat on the threadbare sofa, painting my nails and trying to put an effort into being more feminine - partly for Enzo and partly because I had a new desire to find who I truly was outside of picking pockets and scaling walls. For once, I had the opportunity to stand out, and the bright red nail polish was just the statement I was looking to make.
The door creaked as Enzo walked into the cottage carrying a pile of freshly cut firewood which he stacked next to the fireplace, the sweat making his torso gleam in the firelight.
We had been at the cottage for a week, settling into a comfortable companionship which crackled with s****l tension that both of us seemed to dance around as if it would burn us. And it probably would.
“Should I make dinner?” I asked, setting down the poli
